who's diary is it ?

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Cold was the night when I saw a dusty diary fallen on the floor next to me.I picked it up and sat reading........ That's all the diary read. I knew who the murderer was and that's when the door opened.All Rights Reserved

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When love hurts you when there is betrayal and revenge, The heart, once tender, now bleeds with bitter ache, Yet through the storm of sorrow, strength you shall find, And from the ashes of pain, your spirit will rise anew. --------------- He held my hand gently, his touch was so gentle and firm. His other hand snaked around my waist, in a slow, torturous, yet blissful movement, and he swirled me in a graceful dance motion. The room spun around me, but then he let go, and I stumbled, my balance lost. In an instant, he yanked me back towards him, and I bumped hard into his chest, the impact taking my breath away. As I looked down, trying to steady myself, he lifted my chin with his two fingers, making me look into his eyes. The back of his fingers trailed from my neck to my cheek, turning my legs to nothing but a jelly. His gaze was so intense, and instantly the gentle emotions were gone, replaced by his standard emotion, rage. His eyes blazed with an almost frightening intensity. He swirled me harshly again, the movement abrupt and forceful. Then, he bent me backward on his arm, my body arching under his control. He drew his face closer until I could feel his warm breath against my skin. We were so close that I could see the fine lines around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. A soft pink color of his lips were adding a touch of warmth to his face. His eyes bore into mine with deep intensity. Just when I thought he might kiss me, his expressions became colder and he made me stand upright, leaving me disoriented and confused. I was looking at him and he was looking straight ahead.

Trigger warning - Abuse, violence, assault, murder Please do not read if you can not handle this He walked through the dark stairs. He was playing with his gun. He came to take something that belonged to him, at least he thought. His prey escaped from him, and he was back to take her... torture her, torment her, punish her.... he took something of his too, was it a bigger sin... He had no mercy for anyone. She was not special in that case. she was just his Prey... his favorite pet.

"No way this is happening to me. I stare at this lifeless body. What the fuck did I just get into. The room smells like iron, thick and suffocating, and my hands are shaking, but I can't look away. My mind is racing, heart pounding against my ribs like it's trying to break out. There's no explanation, no reason, no way out of this mess. I should've never gone down this path-never should've taken that call. But it's too late now. I don't know who to trust. Hell, I don't even know if I trust myself anymore. The silence is deafening, but something in the air feels... wrong. Like there's more waiting to happen. Something worse."

The closer she gets to the truth, the closer she gets to him. And once he has her... he's never letting go. Love was never supposed to feel like a crime. But when every clue she follows leads back to him, she has to wonder-was she always meant to catch the killer, or was she meant to fall for him?

Jaana : The Girl He Loved Too Much by QueenVamp2610

Monsters don't hide under the bed anymore....atleast her's didn't. He sleeps with her, beside her, in her bed. They do not have horns and fangs anymore....atleast her's didn't. He was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. They are not all about hating you.....atleast her's wasn't. He loved her... beyond the definition of human love. He loved her more than humanly possible. He loved her a bit too much... Excerpt "Ahh," he pulled her up fisting her hair in his grip. She let out a yelp as her back banged into his jeep. Her eyes were on his, and his was screaming rage. He grabbed her jaw. "Say it again," he said. "I-I will always be y-yours," she repeated. "Say it with my name."I-I am y-yours Shahzain," Sitara said, and he leaned more into her. His grip around her jaw loosened, and his hand cupped her cheek and pulled open her naqab. He rested his forehead on hers. "You are Sitara. You are mine. Just mine...." His lips engulfed her's and his hands traveled to her waist. He pulled her closer to her, eating up the tiniest bit of space they had in between. He gripped his shoulders tightly as a reflex. Just like his eyes, his kiss was dominating too, making every breath of Sitara submit to him.

I accidentally kidnapped a mafia boss by CATJCMS

I kidnapped him by accident, now he won't leave me alone....

We were like polar opposites of a magnet, opposing but all the while connective. He was the king we often read about in stories. A dark ruler of the north, casting nothing but death and mayhem in his wake. And I, I was just a common subject of the south. One who dreaded his ever reaching grasp over the lands. For he was...... A turbulence of wrath personified. Malice. And fear. That's what I thought I'd dreaded about him the most. That was....... until we met.

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence

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Avenging Love

When love hurts you when there is betrayal and revenge, The heart, once tender, now bleeds with bitter ache, Yet through the storm of sorrow, strength you shall find, And from the ashes of pain, your spirit will rise anew. --------------- He held my hand gently, his touch was so gentle and firm. His other hand snaked around my waist, in a slow, torturous, yet blissful movement, and he swirled me in a graceful dance motion. The room spun around me, but then he let go, and I stumbled, my balance lost. In an instant, he yanked me back towards him, and I bumped hard into his chest, the impact taking my breath away. As I looked down, trying to steady myself, he lifted my chin with his two fingers, making me look into his eyes. The back of his fingers trailed from my neck to my cheek, turning my legs to nothing but a jelly. His gaze was so intense, and instantly the gentle emotions were gone, replaced by his standard emotion, rage. His eyes blazed with an almost frightening intensity. He swirled me harshly again, the movement abrupt and forceful. Then, he bent me backward on his arm, my body arching under his control. He drew his face closer until I could feel his warm breath against my skin. We were so close that I could see the fine lines around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. A soft pink color of his lips were adding a touch of warmth to his face. His eyes bore into mine with deep intensity. Just when I thought he might kiss me, his expressions became colder and he made me stand upright, leaving me disoriented and confused. I was looking at him and he was looking straight ahead.

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